Imagine a space of nothingness
Like a long sleep without dreams
Devoid of recollection
A moment of absolute peace
Yet ironically your unable to experience it
Such a splendor
A bright though also dark moment
Even so you wouldn't know right?
So which should be perceived
Is this what war is fought for?
Religion and exploration?
Are they for nought or pure curiosity?
This blood soaked earth is all that remains
A past that will be blanketed in silence
Along with our consciousness
Or a long ascending message of warning
So that if we do descend into a darkness
A message has at least been passed to warn a silly world
Bent on repeating itself
Do we as people feel in sync to this land
Can we consider our planet a whole?
Maybe the world just needs that moment of blissful silence?

Life was given free
Terms of service required
But not included

Day fades
Moments of silence embellished
The color cakes the ocean like dried paint
On an easel represented by serenity
A mix of spring and summer
But appreciated throughout all seasons
A worldly sign of a days end
Able to bring peace
Even if but a brief moment
Through chaotic shadows
One may seek solace regardless
Like the will of the fearless
Moments of faith and happiness
Or the bliss of momentary triumphs
It's warmth will return
That familiar color that fills eyes
As if synchronizing with your very soul
Bathing you in amenity
Though just in a days work
It travels alone unknowing of it's great deeds

A crisp air that numbs the nose
An array of whites drawn from the same anomaly
Soft crunches echoing through silence
Peace ensues
Moments of nostalgia
Recollection
Peace
Silent dangers unbeknownst to peripherals
Beauty accompanied by perseverance
Mindlessly whittling
Even the strongest succumb
To it's power of euphoric slumber

What is it I was thinking that day
Memories, have they been bleached
I seek answers but the question is what
From where do these emotions derive
Can someone explain why
Will someone ever recognize me
Help me clear my unsettling unknowings
Guessing can only satisfy me meagerly
For peace I require the full course
Why do even the trees seem to stare
Though I feel the same towards them
Seeming to be secretly replaced
As this land I set my feet upon does
Passion I recall was the epitome of my life
So why do I only sit and ponder about it
Lounging like I'm one hundred years past due
Knowing there's no point in dwelling
But still thinking about these answers
Not knowing the question I want to ask
Laying down I'll think about it
Maybe one day I'll fade back into my reality
So until then
I'll just close my eyes
Just staying on the black transitioning screen
Known as sleep
Until I understand the questions
That my answers so seek
When I open my eyes up once more
I wonder what I'll be thinking of that day

Our hearts infected
But brains interconnected
Who's the impostor?